"Joy" by Jocelyn Hagen is a choral work that sets a text by Sara Teasdale. The text is a poem titled "Joy" by Sara Teasdale, which is in the public domain. Here are the lyrics to the poem:

I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!

I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars, Now at last I can live!

The lyrics are written by Maude Gordon-Roby from To Music.

Fly back where Melodies like lilies grow,
My weary heart is bending low;

Fly higher yet to joyful realms above,
Where holy Angels dwell in love.

Fly higher still and hear the Angel throng
And bring to me their Glory-song:

Ah Music, thou and I above the World
May dwell where heaven with shining song is pearled!

While Sun and Moon and all the planets roll
I’ll love thee, Music, language of my soul!

Music-lark from on high, song that doth fly, Spark of the sky!

The lyrics are taken from Algonquin text, by Charles G. Leland (1824–1903) - The Algonquin Legends of New England (1884).

We are the stars which sing,
we sing with our light;
we are the birds of fire,
we fly over the sky.

Our light is voice;
a road for the spirits to pass over.

Among us there are three hunters,
who chase a bear,
there never was a time we were not hunting.

We looked down on the mountains.

We are the stars which sing,
we sing with our light;
we are the birds of fire,
we fly over the sky.

This is the song of the stars.

When birds begin to sing and winds are calm,
When spring is here again then you will know, 

You will know, when the earth begins to warm, you can grow. 

You can grow, grow, grow. 
You can grow, grow, grow.
Blossom and grow, grow, grow. 

Like a tree with branches budding,
Like a flow’r in spring, 
When I think of what we’ve seen and all we know,
When I look at where we’ve been and where we’ll go,
I know that spring will come again and we will know,
We will know, when the earth begins to warm, you can grow. 

You can grow, grow, grow, grow. 
Grow, grow, grow, grow.
Grow, grow, grow, grow.

Like a bird with wings unfolding, 
Like a child with dreams beginning, 
Like a tree with branches budding,
Like a flow’r in spring, 

You can grow, grow, grow, grow. 
Grow, grow, grow, grow.
Grow, grow, grow, grow.

Loo loo loo….

Movement 1: Stabat Mater dolorosa

Stabat Mater dolorosa
juxta crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat Filius. 

Cujus animam gementem,
contristatam et dolentem
pertransivit gladius. 

O quam tristis et afflicta
fuit illa benedicta,
Mater Unigenti! 

Quæ mærebat et dolebat,
et tremebat cum videbat
nati pœnas inclyti.

The sad mother was standing,
weeping, next to the cross
on which her son was hanging. 

His groaning soul, 
deeply saddened and aching,
was pierced through by a sword. 

O how sad and afflicted 
was that blessed mother
of the only-begotten son! 

The kind aching mother was mourning
and aching, when she beheld
the pains of her renowned son. 

Inspired by the empowering poem by Rabbi Ruth Sohn, this piece describes the journey of a young woman who finds bravery amid uncertainty and fear. Middle Eastern harmonies paint an expansive desert landscape, while the voices search for faith and risk taking the first step, ultimately conquering fear to find the "song in my heart."

I, Miriam, stand at the sea
and turn
to face the desert
stretching endless and
still.
My eyes are dazzled
The sky brilliant blue
Sunburnt sands unyielding white
My hands turn to dove wings.
My arms
reach
for the sky
and I want to sing
the song rising inside me.
My mouth open
I stop.
Where are the words?
Where the melody?
In a moment of panic
My eyes go blind.
Can I take a step
Without knowing a
Destination?
Will I falter
Will I fall
Will the ground sink away from under me?
The song still unformed -
How can I sing?

To take the first step -
To sing a new song -
To close one's eyes
and dive
into unknown waters,
For a moment knowing nothing risking all-
But then to discover

The waters are friendly
The ground is firm
And the song-
the song rises again.
Out of my mouth
come words lifting the wind.
And I hear
for the first
the song
that has been in my heart
silent
unknown
even to me.

The lyrics are written by composer Joan Szymko, adapted from quotes by Malala Yousafzai.

I am Malala,
Their bullet did not stop me. 

I am Malala,
Their bullet gave me power to raise my voice. 

Hear my voice:
one child, one teacher, on book - can change the world

I am Malala. 
I am afraid of no one. 

Lyrics by Robyn Watson

Once upon a non-fairy tale was a cocoa-hued tune in shades of blue
good friends of she whose new business boomed brighter than the fireworks on Independence Day
majority observes jealousy,
inflaming the cycle of insanity

with a shattered, furious, frustrated, fiery heart
her rigid pen fought a mighty battle

Lies activated
Cops called
innocence jailed

business literally explodes
then innocence is dragged out
and turned into involuntary ornaments on the local tree.
It's not even Christmas yet.
She finds out shattered, furious, frustrated, fiery is her heart
and now the rigid P.S.A.s begin.

With a shattered furious, frustrated, fiery heart
her rigid pen fought a mighty battle.

She morphs into a knight
her armor evolves
with ev'ry word she types (with ev'ry word she types)

"Southern Horrors" and "The Red Record" read like the scariest bulk of fiction
and has an equal amount of bloodshed as the Civil War
but they're frigid facts
without a stain to be found.

She shouted for humanity
and scolded the lack of
without a sound her verbiage stabbed

Confederate flags
Jim Crow
white sheet
masked men
and leaders of the "free world"

without a touch

with a shattered, furious, frustrated, fiery heart
her rigid pen fought a mighty battle

without a touch.

Power.
The ability to do something or act in a particular way.
Power.
The capacity or ability to direct or influence the behavior of others or the course of events.
Example: a force of armed men.
Power.
To move or travel with great speed or force.
Empower.
Empowerment is an intrinsic motivation made up of meaning, competence, self-determination, and impact.
Competence.
Self-determination.
Impact.

On this day honoring women,
We talk about power.
Empowerment.
Empowered women.

And power implies possession of the ability to wield force, authority, or influence.
Power.
The average amount of work done or energy converted per unit of time.
Per unit of time, I possess 82% of your power.
82 cents of your dollar.
65 cents if I’m black.
60 cents if I’m Latina.

Power.
Legal or official authority, capacity, or right. Of which I have 28% in Congress!
Higher than ever before!
Doesn’t that make you feel...
Empowered?

Empowerment is an intrinsic motivation made up of meaning, competence, self-determination, and impact.
Self-determination.
So empowered women should empower women.
This is our power.
Our responsibility.
Never yours.

But this is not our power.
Our power is to power through.
To move about with great speed or force.
To utilize our strength.
We do not have authority.
We do not have your right to 18 more cents for every dollar.
We do not have the capacity to direct your behavior.
We do not have the power to empower.

But here I am.
Trying to direct your thoughts.
Influence your behavior.
Change the course of events.
We are empowered,
But you are in power.
So what will you do?

What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens when she won't back down?
What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens? What happens?

What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens when she won't back down?
What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens when she wears the crown?

What happens when she rules her own body?
What happens when she sets the beat?
What happens when she bows to nobody?
What happens when she stands on her own two feet?

What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens when she won't back down?
What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens? What happens?

What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens when she won't back down?
What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens when she wears the crown?

Woah
We rise above
Woah
We lead with love;
Woah
We have won;
We are one;
We've just begun.

What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens when she won't back down?
What happens when a woman takes power?
What happens? What happens?

What happens when she wears the crown?

Fair boy, your eyes, they haunt my soul
As the moon haunts the night. 
The stars all fall at the sound of your voice. 
The mountains sigh at your sight. 

No flame can rival the fire of my love
No canyon was ever so deep. 
My soul sings your song through endless night; 
Your voice, it haunts my sleep. 

No rose is so sweet, no meadow so fair,
No star is more radiant above. 
Until death lay me down beneath your shade,
You always shall be my love. 

Fair boy, your eyes, they haunt my soul: 
A ghost that never shall part. 
I wander in starlight, awaiting your call,
O pulse of my heart. 

(Fair boy, your eyes, they haunt my soul.)

Is tu mo grha (I love you)
A chuisle mo chroí (O pulse of my heart)

"O Love" by Elaine Hagenberg is a beautiful choral piece set to the text of a poem by George Matheson. Here are the lyrics to "O Love":

O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain, That morn shall tearless be.

O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
And in thy ocean depths its flow Shall richer, fuller be.